Page 68 of Saved By My Buyers

“Give Bee a safeword?” Jack suggests, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can use green or yellow for things that feel good or you need her to slow down on, but if you use your safeword, everything ends, okay?”

“I read about those,” she says softly. I can’t imagine the courage it must have taken for her to fill out the paperwork for the auction. Some of the men at the event looked dangerous, though Jack mentioned to me that others are people he’s worked with in the past.

She could have ended up with fucking anyone.

“What’s your safeword?” I ask gently, smiling down at her as I slowly pull my shirt off.

Dahlia sighs softly as she looks at me, leaning up to drag her tongue over my nipple. She’s always been so much more comfortable giving me pleasure. I just want to give her the same.

I whimper as her teeth tug at my nipple, shuddering as I get even wetter.

“Lemons,” she says with a smirk, making me grin down at her as she lays back.

“I guess that works,” Jack murmurs, though unsure why she chose it.

Leaning down, I kiss her lips, my fingers testing her pain tolerance and how she enjoys it. I squeeze, pull her nipples, and pinch them, swallowing her noises down.

“Color,” I whisper against her lips before moving down to capture her nipple between my lips and sucking hard.

“Green, uhh, yes. More,” she whines, her fingers pulling at my hair as she writhes.

“So good,” I groan. “God, I’m going to have so much fun with you. Tell me, are you wet for me? If I were to slide my hand down your pajama bottoms, would you soak my hand?”

“Yes,” she gasps as I kiss and suck along her chest, moving slowly along her body.

I can hear Jack swallow hard as he watches us. This is the first time he’s seeing how stunning Dahlia is, and in many ways, it’s mine too. There will be no more hiding her body from me.

My hands tug gingerly on the waistband, and she lifts her ass so I can pull them off. Tossing them away, I nervously push her thighs open with trembling fingertips.

“Holy fuck,” Jack whispers as I gaze down at her.

Dahlia is completely hairless, her pussy on full display, and so wet there was a small damp spot on her pants. I don’t mention it to her, but I’m feeling pretty smug as I pin her thighs to the bed to keep them open.

“Is all that for me?” I ask her, dragging my tongue from her ass to clit. I watch her face as I do it, but she just moans, her hips jutting up for more. “Or maybe a little is for Jack too?”

Jack grunts as I smile, my tongue moving to lap up all the delicious arousal she’s leaking for me. Dahlia’s never let me eat her pretty pussy before, so I plan to take my time.

“Answer me, or I’ll tease you while I eat my fill, baby. I’m the biggest fucking brat,” I murmur, sucking hard on her clit, enjoying her half scream of pleasure.

“I want to know,” Jack growls, his head resting back on the wall as he watches us. His jeans are unbuttoned, but that’s as far as he’s undressed. “Give me your words, Dahlia.”

She shivers as she looks over at him. I’ve noticed that the way he says her name causes a visceral reaction. He used to only call her Dahlia when she was in trouble or he needed her attention, and it looks as if old habits are starting again.

“Maybe a small, itty, bitty bit is for you,” she rasps, making me laugh against her as I rub her clit in hard circles with my thumb.

“I have two brats,” Jack grumbles. “My dick is being strangled in my jeans. I don’t know why I thought they would be a good idea to put on. I didn’t think I’d be listening to your sweet noises, baby girl.”

Running my fingers through her arousal, I rock them over her slit, slowly pushing a finger inside her wet cunt. God, she’s sucking me in, the wetness more than enough lubricant for my finger.

“More?” I whisper, watching her face.

“Green. It feels so good,” she moans. “I haven’t even done this to myself.”

“Fuck,” Jack rasps, the word an explosion of air as he curses.

Stretching her pussy with two of my fingers, I attack her clit. Dahlia keens as she gets closer, her wails getting even more desperate as her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

“Bee, talk to me,” Jack begs, his hands fisted at his sides.

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